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Silver Lining

Raveesh Neeraje's reply mail has offered me temporary respite. The consternation was so unsettling that I read Vanity Fair's Chapter #14 with great asperity yesterday. Anand's late night character sketch of his BIT classmates was a comic interlude I couldn't have done without. Serendipity struck with me and Santosh bridging the rift that had drawn us apart during the past few days because of a misunderstanding.
And need I add how much of a pleasure it is to chat with Sameer?

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Anonymous said…
Glad things are looking up for u. You can certainly write if u try..it doesn't have to be a poem :)

Good day!

-Jahnvee
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 9:00:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Wow! You are real quick in your replies! I like that!
Regarding musing, well, I most certainly don't have your gift. Your flowery authorship easy transcends the invisible literary barrier that inhibit most. Keep the words flowing!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 9:15:00 AM
Anonymous said…
haha u must stop flattering me..unless it's ur hobby or something :) I just write for myself..but I having readers like u is nonetheless encouraging!

-Jahnvee
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 9:30:00 AM
Anonymous said…
It's time to visit the dreamland for me. Have urself a nice day..treat urself today and make ur day :)

-Jahnvee
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 9:41:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Now, who is he/she?
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 10:58:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
She's a lady from Canada who writes very well.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 1:05:00 PM
Anonymous said…
FYI
"Zoya" in urdu means "Searcher"
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 4:23:00 PM
Anonymous said…
And need I add how much of a pain it is to chat with Deep?
Wednesday, October 19, 2005 11:54:00 AM
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